If Tame Impala are coming to your area, check them out. Their live shows are no less than an amazing tsunami of psychedelic lights, music, dreamy melodies, pounding, primal drums, droning, thumping solid bass and tripped out fuzz guitars blending together to form long jams on their songs that were trips before, but become journeys live. To see them live is a true experience.

You will have been warned not to stay too close to the speakers but you’ll already be deaf, and your hearing will lie on the altar of Carpedia.

Being from a pretend hood and all, The Carps are seriously difficult to come by if you google them; hooray then, that leaves us with the music, with the Gargantuan bass, rhythm and bong-a-bong feast that is Carpedia aka The Young and Passionate Days Of Carpedia.

So, is it soul, is it rock? By the why-aren’t-my neighbours calling the police-sound of this visceral, maniacal, theatrical and envioronment-altering plenitude of sound, it’s both – rock with pieces of soul chopped up and scattered around.

Neil White is a Brit, I can see how. You do get warned to get away from the speakers, which is gentlemanly (and also lawsuit-panic induced?). He is the garage punk vibe of the duo, while Jahmal Tonge is the Motown and Stax fiend who has some Caribbean gospel to thank for the sheer stream of godliness (the laic kind) pulsating through the music.

No cracks or splits, The Carps’ genius sprawls throughout the EP; its or its’ future brothers and sisters’ commercial success is only a matter of time.

As a sidenote, I think this is what Bloc Party could have been, somehow the fizz just fuzzed on their latest album.

I have to have you check out Mason Proper, they remind me of what I used to listen to in the 90s; so 90s rock it goes and I love their artwork. This has a certain ching-a-ling that gets under my nostalgic skin.